Dancer in the Dark review by Evan Blake Johnson

The story begins in the American Pacific Northwest in the sixties. Selma, a foreigner from Czechoslovakia, has an inadequately paid activity in a production line. Out of the minimal expenditure that remaining parts after she has met her everyday costs, she spares each penny to pay for an eye procedure for her boy. He faces indistinguishable destiny from Selma herself—going visually impaired soon. Selma’s vision is breaking down quickly and she works like a devil to get enough cash together before her absence of vision implies she can never again work.

Selma lives with her child in a trailer ashore owned by a policeman named Bill, and his significant other. Bill finds about Selma’s reserve of cash and takes it to pay his obligations. The bank is requesting reimbursement and Bill is dreadful he could lose his better half, house and property. In a piece with Selma, she snatches his firearm, shoots and wounds him. From the floor Bill begs her to shoot and complete him off—she obliges excitedly and he passes on.

The two are then transported as though in a fantasy. As music strikes up, the perished Bill becomes alive once again. Bill and Selma are accommodated—they sing and move through the house. Bill has been reclaimed. As a result, in court, Selma feels no blame for his passing. In an agonizingly drawn out succession we go with Selma on her approach to jail and afterward at long last to the hangman’s tree. She passes on toward the end secure in the learning that her child will get his hotly anticipated activity.

I couldn’t think about an all the more discouraging plot on the off chance that I attempted. I could see why people would want to cry before the finish of the film, as I expect common audiences who are human additionally did. What was extremely pitiful was that Selma was moderately playful, in spite of the considerable number of trials life tossed at her. This appears to be so unreasonably great to me, in such a case that Selma can be like this, for what reason can’t everybody be? In spite of how innocent and aggravating Selma could be now and again, I would never have wished passing upon her, and it was sad that she got something she totally did not merit.

At long last, there was the music. Everything I can state is, I don’t realize what propelled Bjork to sing the way and what she did, yet it was unusual and not in any manner speaking to anything in me. I can’t see how the soundtrack got an Oscar gesture.

With everything taken into account, Dancer in the Dark is an okay film. I wouldn’t encourage people to watch it for amusement purposes, however I can’t deny it. The film does have a creative purpose, so I give it that. Other than that, it’s a film I don’t see myself watching again.